# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d1 | A boat has left the distant | | | | | | | |
d2 | A radiant shore of light and love | | | | | | | |
d3 | A word, how oft its gentle power | | | | | | | |
d4 | A young bird sang | | | | | | | |
d5 | Again the oft repeated call | | | | | | | |
d6 | Always with us, always with us, Words of cheer | | | | | | | |
d7 | Am I a soldier of the cross | | | | | | | |
d8 | As when amid some desert wild | | | | | | | |
d9 | Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep | | | | | | | |
d10 | Awake, and sing the song of Moses and the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d11 | Awake, awake, obey the call | | | | | | | |
d12 | Be kind to each other | | | | | | | |
d13 | Beautiful child with clustering hair | | | | | | | |
d14 | Beautiful country, pure and blest | | | | | | | |
d15 | Blest are the poor in spirit | | | | | | | |
d16 | Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in Christian love | | | | | | | |
d17 | Breathe Holy Spirit from above | | | | | | | |
d18 | Brethren, let us speak for Jesus | | | | | | | |
d19 | By cool Siloam's shady rill | | | | | | | |
d20 | By faith I view my Savior dying | | | | | | | |
d21 | Carol, but in gladness, not in songs | | | | | | | |
d22 | Christians, I am on my journey | | | | | | | |
d23 | Come, come children dear, come tarry ye here | | | | | | | |
d24 | Come, come to Jesus, He waits to pardon [welcome] thee | | | | | | | |
d25 | Come, Holy Spirit, come; Let thy bright beams divine | | | | | | | |
d26 | Come, let us hail the rising | | | | | | | |
d27 | Come, my soul, thy suit prepare | | | | | | | |
d28 | Come sound his praise [name] abroad, And hymns | | | | | | | |
d29 | Come to Jesus, erring one | | | | | | | |
d30 | Come to Jesus, little one! Come to Jesus now! | | | | | | | |
d31 | Come to me all ye that labor | | | | | | | |
d32 | Come unto me [him], when shadows darkly gather | | | | | | | |
d33 | Dear the spot where Christians lie | | | | | | | |
d34 | Fade, fade, each [all] earthly joy | | | | | | | |
d35 | Far behind the western hills | | | | | | | |
d36 | Father, art thou gone forever | | | | | | | |
d37 | For many years we've waited | | | | | | | |
d38 | Gentle Shepherd, on thy breast | | | | | | | |
d39 | Gladly from our homes | | | | | | | |
d40 | Glory to the Father give, God, in whom | | | | | | | |
d41 | Go where the sand | | | | | | | |
d42 | God bless our native land, Firm may she | | | | | | | |
d43 | God calling yet, shall I not hear | | | | | | | |
d44 | God is love, his mercy brightens | | | | | | | |
d45 | God of my life, my morning song | | | | | | | |
d46 | God of our salvation, Unto thee we pray | | | | | | | |
d47 | Hark, the joyful sound | | | | | | | |
d48 | Have ye heard of the land of promise | | | | | | | |
d49 | He is risen, he is risen, tell it | | | | | | | |
d50 | Hearts of stone, relent, relent | | | | | | | |
d51 | High in yonder realms of light | | | | | | | |
d52 | Hosanna, hosanna be the children's song | | | | | | | |
d53 | How do thy mercies close me round? | | | | | | | |
d54 | How happy [happy's] every child of grace, who [that] feels [knows] his sins forgiven | | | | | | | |
d55 | How I long to be like Jesus | | | | | | | |
d56 | How sweet to be allowed to pray | | | | | | | |
d57 | I have sought in the lap | | | | | | | |
d58 | I love thy kingdom, Lord | | | | | | | |
d59 | I love to steal awhile away | | | | | | | |
d60 | I want a heart to pray | | | | | | | |
d61 | I was a wandering sheep | | | | | | | |
d62 | I'll think of my Savior when daylight is breaking | | | | | | | |
d63 | I'm going straight to Jesus' arms | | | | | | | |
d64 | In the cross of Christ I [we] glory, towering | | | | | | | |
d65 | I've read of a world of beauty | | | | | | | |
d66 | Jesus, and shall it ever be | | | | | | | |
d67 | Jesus demands this heart of mine | | | | | | | |
d68 | Jesus I long for thee | | | | | | | |
d69 | Jesus is our morning star | | | | | | | |
d70 | Jesus is our Shepherd, On his faithful breast | | | | | | | |
d71 | Jesus, Lover [Savior] of my soul, Let me to thy bosom [refuge] fly | | | | | | | |
d72 | Jesus loves me, this I know, For the Bible | | | | | | | |
d73 | Jesus, Savior, hear me call | | | | | | | |
d74 | Jesus, tender Savior, hast thou died for me | | | | | | | |
d75 | Jesus, to thy dear arms I flee | | | | | | | |
d76 | Jesus, where'er thy people meet | | | | | | | |
d77 | Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding | | | | | | | |
d78 | Jesus, who knows full well | | | | | | | |
d79 | Jubilee, sing jubilee | | | | | | | |
d80 | Let me go where saints are going | | | | | | | |
d81 | Let such as feel oppression's load [rod] | | | | | | | |
d82 | Lightly fold the little hands | | | | | | | |
d83 | Like the restless waves of ocean | | | | | | | |
d84 | Little modest violet blue | | | | | | | |
d85 | Littlle travelers Zionward Each one entering | | | | | | | |
d86 | Lo the war cloud is past | | | | | | | |
d87 | Lord, at thy mercy seat, Humbly I fall | | | | | | | |
d88 | Lord, teach a sinful child to pray | | | | | | | |
d89 | Mary to her [the] Savior's tomb | | | | | | | |
d90 | Merry, merry chiming bells | | | | | | | |
d91 | Mine a bliss beyond control | | | | | | | |
d92 | My country, 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty | | | | | | | |
d93 | My heart is fixed, eternal [immortal] God | | | | | | | |
d94 | My soul, repeat His praise Whose mercies are so | | | | | | | |
d95 | Nothing either great or small, nothing sinner | | | | | | | |
d96 | Now be the gospel banner | | | | | | | |
d97 | O for a loving faith | | | | | | | |
d98 | O happy land, O happy land, Where saints and angels | | | | | | | |
d99 | O look not on the tempting cup | | | | | | | |
d100 | O no, we are not friendless | | | | | | | |